Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2011 11:12:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman
Subject: Catfish Visits a Castle 3
Catfish visits a Castle 3
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com
The next day Otis told me to have lunch with the security men. Casey
wanted them to know me by sight. I thought it was going to be some sort of
a picnic, but it was an "initiation." At least they pretended it was an
initiation. It was more of a way to let me know who was boss. Casey was
afraid I was going to get uppity.
Several of the men jumped me; stripped me naked and then browbeat me army
style. I had a suspicion they had been watching master sergeants in old
movies too much. They intended to scare and humiliate me. I played the
role, but in some ways I'm at my best naked. I was a "little twerp, and
piece of shit, an ugly chimpanzee, and a hairy turd. No one mentioned the
phrase horse hung at all, but I knew they noticed.
Casey was in charge and the cheerleader of the group. He tried to produce
some new expletives to degrade me, but he wasn't imaginative. Most turned
out to be combinations of fuck, shit, turd, asshole and shrimp, with a few
monkey and missing link references. It got very repetitive.
It was a long hour, but they got tired of the abuse and left me naked in
the woods. They had ripped my clothes to pieces so I walked back to the
pump building naked and got fresh clothes. Otis saw me and didn't ask what
happened. He must have known. It was punishment for helping LeRoy with his
cameras the day before.
At first, I was just pissed. I hate being passive and I could have
inflicted some damage on the men. I knew that was counterproductive and
whimpering a little helped define me as a no account person. That evening I
began to see the "initiation" as a positive. At dusk, one of the security
crowd, a guy name Harry, hung around the pump building and eventually came
over to me and asked if I was okay.
"Sure," I said. "When you are my size it comes with the territory. It's
happened to me since I was in grade school."
"I didn't want to do it, but orders are orders here. You don't want to get
on Casey's bad side." Harry said.
"Does he have a good side?" I asked.
"Actually he does. He's okay when he lays off the sauce," he
answered. "Every time Trevor or Ferdy dump on him he goes for the gin and
there is hell to pay." As Harry talked, his eyes shifted from looking at my
face to lower parts of my anatomy. I guessed where his gaze would stop.
Harry was beefy, good-old-boy type who liked beer and did what he was
told. He was nearing fifty, I guessed. Grey hair streaked his beard making
him look like a poorly groomed Schnauzer. I liked that look. I decided to
throw the boy a bone and I scratched my balls. Harry noticed.
He scratched his balls. I looked him in the eye and smiled. "I have a
couple of beers upstairs," I said. "Would you like to join me in a night
cap?"
"Sure," he replied. The alarm went off and I went inside and pressed the
reset button, then we went upstairs to my room. I got beers out of the old
refrigerator in the corner, and then stripped off my shirt.
"It's stuffy in here," I said. It wasn't that stuffy, but Harry took off
his shirt too. We talked as we drank our beers. I didn't turn the lights
on, but it was a full moon and the room was bright enough.
I dropped my pants and went to the open window. "I'm out of beer. I have
nothing for you to drink." They don't write romantic songs about moonlight
shining on pubic hair and a semi-erect cock, but they should. It did the
trick.
"I see something I could suck on," Harry whispered. I walked over to him
and fed him my cock. I don't think Harry was a regular cocksucker, but he
did his best.
"Get naked and I can suck you," I said. We went to the bed and
sixty-nined. Harry had a beer can style cock, thick and stubby. He leaked
sweet ball juices and I got enthusiastic as I slurped it up.
"It's beautiful but how in hell do guys deep throat you?" he asked when he
took a break.
"Well it helps if you have a detachable jaw like a snake," I said. He
laughed. "You are doing fine. What is your pleasure? Do you like the
sucking or want the cream?"
"I want it all," he said. "Could you tell me when you're going to pop?" I
told him that was fine with me. We sucked for another five minutes and he
began to moan. He was a sexual soda fountain, freely dispensing his manly
juices. He was ripe and flooded my mouth with his special brew. That pushed
me over the edge.
"I'm cumming!" I warned him. Harry didn't pull off; he took it like a
man. Somehow, I got the impression that was new for him. I will say Harry
didn't take my cock just to be polite. He licked, sucked, and worked his
tongue into my wide slit to see if he had missed any. He wanted it all. I
had an anthropologist friend who said some tribes think sucking up cum give
the sucker the strength and potency of the suckee.
"Damn that was hot," he said.
"It was good for me too," I said. "Drop by any time you need release. By
the way, I can make deliveries at the back door too."
"I could never take yours up my ass," Harry said. "I know a guy who
could. He was really interested when he saw you earlier."
"I like a tight warm rectum, but not an asshole. Is the guy a jerk?"
"Truthfully speaking he can be," Harry replied. "I plugged him once and he
got humble and obedient. That was with my cock. What in hell he'd be like
with yours up his ass I can't imagine."
Harry was dressed and started to leave. He turned, dropped to his knees
and kissed my soft cock. He licked inside the foreskin and his tongue made
another visit to my slit. "Damn, that thing is a beauty," he muttered as he
left.
Heaven's curse was acting up and I had to reset two more time that night. I
discovered if you reset it quickly, all was well. If you waited, it took
longer and longer to get it going again. After resetting the pump at four
in the morning, I sat outside of the pump house to take in the cool morning
air.
"Are you staying up late or getting up early?" a voice asked from the
darkness.
"I am up late, but I'm not sure if I'm going back to bed," I said. "I
haven't slept much tonight, but I'm not tired either."
The moon had set so it was dark. "Harry told me you were playful."
"He did?"
Harry and I like the same sort of play," the voice said. "I'm Butch."
"I bet you know who I am. We met earlier today."
"Would it help if I said I'm an asshole and fuck-up," Butch said. "I have a
hard time keeping a job, so it hard to say no to the boss."
"It's easier if being an asshole if that is what the boss wants?"
"I hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess it's true. Shit, I work for
eight bucks an hour; it ain't worth it," he said. "I'll leave."
"Hold your horses. If you are the guy Harry said likes it in the ass, I
might be able to do some forgiving?" I replied. It was dark, but I was
sure he was smiling.
Butch got closer. It was still dark but I could see he was naked. He was
average height, thin and scrawny. From the sound of his voice I suspected
he was a pack or two a day man.
"Bend over," I said. "I want to see your good side." He obeyed. I touched
his hole; he shivered and twitched. He was already lubricated. I thought
that was a nice touch. At least he could plan ahead.
"What's a fagot slut like you doing in a nice place like this?" I asked as
I fingered his hole. It was lubricated, but very tight. He had it clenched
tight.
"Trevor likes the male staff to be gay. He doesn't want any competition
for his harem," he replied.
"I would think that Trixie woman would be more than enough to satisfy any
man," I said.
"He likes variety. The other women are dogs compared to Trixie. He likes to
call them ugly sluts and has them do anything, and I mean anything to get
fucked. They're like trained dogs doing their masters bidding," Butch
said. "Once and a while Trevor brings in some paying customers to gang fuck
them. I think they were paying $2,000.00 or more for the pleasure."
"Was Trixie part of a package deal?"
"No she wasn't, but she may have been available if you paid enough. I heard
it was fifteen to twenty thousand," he continued. "They say Trevor's wife
swings both ways and likes Trixie for herself. Ferdinand takes her from
time to time, but he takes me more often than her. If Trevor found out,
he'd be pissed. He thinks being a hetro pervert is morally superior to
being a homo pervert."
"Ferdinand likes to stretch your hole?"
"There is no stretching involved with Freddy. It's not much different when
he in me or not," Butch said.
"You've got a tight hole. I like that but sometimes I just have to make it
bigger. You understand that?"
"Sure," he whispered.
"I don't like cry babies or screamers or guy who whimper. I'm done when
I've dumped my load deep in your ass. I don't care if you are tired or
can't take it anymore." Butch didn't say anything. I had two fingers in his
ass already. He had a sphincter of steel, but it was opening.
I pinched his tits hard. Damn if that didn't make him relax his buns and my
knob popped through to the dark and warm side of his asshole. I got my cock
head a three inches of shaft in him. He gasped for breath, but didn't
scream. H tried to close the door, but that wasn't an option.
He desperately wanted to close up, but my cock was very hard and by chance,
my knob was in the right position to play tag with his
prostate. Technically, there wasn't room for his prostate and my cock head
in the same area. Every time I rammed it, Butch went to the moon. When he
returned to Earth, he wanted to seal up the rear entrance again. He
squeezed hard to no effect. I shoved a few more inches in when he was his
tightest, just to make sure he knew who held all the cards.
My plan was to make him sorry for the mistreatment I had received earlier
that day. My cock had other plans. My cock and my brain agree most of the
time. My brain said the man was a piece of shit. My cock was having a great
time in an odd resort located in the asshole's asshole.
By the time, my curly pubic hairs touched his abused hole he was beaten,
defeated, ravaged and abused. He was also in heaven and in love. There was
nothing I could do that didn't stretch him to his limit, hurt a little and
he didn't love.
He sun was coming up, and I was time to get to work. I told him to go home
and we would finish things up then.
"Tonight maybe?" He asked.
"Drop by and we will see," I answered. He left and I went to my room and
showered. A sexual aspect to t he situation had grafted itself to the
financial scam. Oddly, for my normal cases, it was heterosexual sex. I
could understand being obsessed by a sex goddess like Trixie, but I tend to
like my sex partners conscious and not drugged out their minds. That didn't
seem to be Trevor's taste.
I don't like fucking a log. I wondered if Trevor was into trophies. I knew
of size queens who wanted me just to say they did it. That wasn't a turn on
for me. I'll admit most of the guys who did that were really drunk and
called me the next day to apologize. I suspected Trevor wasn't into
apologizing much.
According to Butch, the security people were making eight bucks an
hour. That isn't a good way to get quality staff. You could probably do
better stealing from the people you were protecting. I assumed the DeMonts
had high quality protection when the old man was alive. I suspected some
skimming of assets. I would bet Trixie was paying for top of the line
services and receiving bottom basement remainders.
The rest of the day was quiet. I pruned and watched. Butch walked by me
and muttered, "Watch out for a guy named Billy-Bob. He's bad news." I was
nice to be warned, but more detail would have been good. I assumed Butch
would come back, but he was on night duty and couldn't make it. The night
was hot and steamy. I was outside trying to catch any breeze I could. The
staff wasn't supposed to be in the view of the castle after working
hours. I could hear thunder in the distance.
I walked toward the old carriage house where the boys lived. Dallas saw me
and waved me over. He was in the mood to play. He and the boys were always
in the mood to play. I went up to their attic sleeping area. The boys were
all-naked and had two visitors. These were the younger members of grounds
staff.
I scared them half to death. They were caught in the act, erect and face
fucking Johnny and Jimmy.
"What in hell are you doing here?" I asked in my most menacing tone.
"Just messing around some," one of the guys replied.
"Well if you are just messing around do it right," I said, "Get naked and
do it right. Strip! Let's have a party here!" They obeyed. I guessed they
were in their early twenties. One boy, Ronnie, was a beefy cub with the
beginnings of a fur coat sprouting on his chest. The other one, Robbie, was
thin and looked as if he was thirteen. He was hairy, and it was odd to see
a young face on a more mature body.
"Why don't you guys make me feel welcome and suck my cock?" I suggested.
"I don't do that," Ronnie said.
"I think you mean you used to not do that, but when you m saw my fucker,
you couldn't resist," I said, returning to use my menacing tone. Ronnie
bent over and licked my meat. I figured that if they were willing to use
the boys as their playthings, turn-about was fair play. "Get your tongue in
the foreskin. Nothing will bite you," I added. Robbie watched and was
excited. A bead of precum drooled from his erect cock. I intercepted it and
took a taste.
"Good stuff," I said. "Why don't you sample Jerry's home brew? It's good
too," I said.
"He's old," Robbie whined.
"You could use some vintage cock juices," I replied. "He's been producing
it for years and has all of the kinks worked out of the production
process." Robbie smiled and went for Jerry's cock. Robbie and Ronnie turned
out to be your basic every day redneck cock-suckers, who were too timid to
go whole hog.
I dropped them in the water without a lifejacket and they discovered they
could swim. Not only could they swim, they loved the water. I gave Robbie
some advice on how to suction precum from Jim's balls. Jim liked the
bottom and that was an unexpected benefit for Robbie.
Ronnie became a good cocksucker after ten minutes of practice. He hit it
off with Johnny when they discovered the sixty-nine position. They both had
long, thin cocks well suited for deep throating. Ronnie spread his legs as
he sixty-nine, leaving his ass open. Trevor saw the opportunity and took
it. Ronnie looked back to see who was at his ass. When he saw it was Trevor
he returned to Johnny's cock.
I don't know if Ronnie's ass was virgin, but he sure took Trevor's cock
without drama. Ronnie had Trevor in his ass, his cock in Johnny's mouth and
was deep throating Johnny. We all witnessed a top of the line triple
orgasm. It was good.
I had guessed Ronnie and Robbie were closet cases who only needed a push to
get into the scene. Ronnie got on his back, pulled up his legs and let the
rest of the boys and Robbie fuck him. I seriously doubted his virginity.
As we frolicked, a terrific lightening storm came across the mountaintop. I
raced back to the pump house to see how Heaven's Curse took it. The storm
at first seemed like a typical summer violent, but short even, but I soon
realized it wasn't going to be short. Apparently, an ordinary large summer
storm tried to get across the Blue Ridge and encountered a tropical air
mass heading west. The storm stalled and absorbed the humid tropical air.
The thunder and lightning continued for four of five hours, nonstop. The
rain came down at two or three inches an hour. We were on the top of the
mountain, so the worst of the flooding was below us. The Castle was well
protected from lightning, but it struck multiple times. The electricity
went out. We had a diesel-powered generator to provide back up.
I was alone in the pump building for an hour when Otis joined me. He said
it was a disaster below. We would be cut off from the world for days, if
not weeks. Rockslides had cut off the interstate. No one knew if the
interstate survived under the tons of rock and mud of landslides. Otis used
a back, logging trail, but downed trees blocked every other road.
"I can't believe any bridges survive below us," Otis said, "It's a
disaster." Otis told me about the diesel problem. As he explained the
situation, the lights went out. The tank was empty. Otis told me the
generator would have been fine if someone hadn't decided to sell the fuel
when market was high, and then didn't replace the fuel. The generator ran
for an hour and then went dry. While we were on the top of the mountain,
ten inches of rain is a lot, and when the pumps failed, the basements and
lower levels of the buildings began to flood.
Otis called the house on his cell phone and told Trevor of the
situation. Trevor took it badly. He regarded the storm as an affront. I
have never much admired people who, when confronted with a disaster, say it
shouldn't have happened. Trevor was one of those. There was nothing to do
until the storm ended. Trevor wanted to call for help, but the roads were
out. Otis wasn't sure if any of the roads across the mountain were
passable.
We do have some portable generators and gasoline," Otis explained. "As soon
as the storm breaks we may be able to jerry rig some electricity for the
castle." I could hear Trevor swearing on the other end of the phone
followed by silence. He hung up.
"I see Trevor is good in emergencies," I remarked. Otis burst out
laughing. "He wanted to fire me for allowing the storm," Otis said with a
bemused look on his face. "I had no idea I had control over that."
Otis said he was going to check out the place and then would spend the rest
of the night with the crew in the stables. He went to his four by four and
drove off.
As he drove off Johnny and Jimmy knocked on my door. They were soaking wet.
I got them in my room, out of their clothes and dry. Both were erect and
ready to play. I was tired, but it was hard to sleep with the noise of the
storm, I figured an orgasm might act as a sedative. I got on my bed and
they joined me.
Johnny was soon at my cock, nursing. He seemed totally contented and
relaxed. It wasn't the slightly frenzied sucking of a gay man; it was more
like a baby at his mother's breast. Jimmy was relaxed as we carried on a
disjointed conversation. As far as I could tell, Johnny wanted me, but
didn't know how to get to me. Jimmy was his guide. Jimmy was a small man
with a big cock, and I sucked him as he talked.
Jimmy said Johnny wanted to be like the rest of the boys, but he wasn't as
smart. He was a good boy, but didn't get the talking thing. He wanted the
same things the other boys had, and that seemed to include my cock. He
watched me fuck Jerry and wanted the same.
"I've got a big cock," I said. Jimmy smiled. "I'm afraid I might hurt
him."
"Johnny is a big boy," Jimmy said, "He never cries." Jimmy took Johnny's
place at my cock and Johnny fed me his cock. His ball juices were
flowing. Jimmy stopped sucking, and he got Johnny to straddle me and had
him sit back on my cock. I had some lubricant by my bed and gave that to
Jimmy. He coated my cock and Johnny's ass.
At least from this position, Johnny was in control and he could stop at any
time if it hurt. Much to my relief, there was no problem. It was a near
perfect fit. Johnny was halfway down my love pole when he got a positively
blissful look on his face. I had hit the good spot. He liked to bounce and
I like for him to bounce. He shot off quickly, but didn't dismount.
Jimmy eventually got him off so I could hug him. Johnny was peaceful and
happy. I think he ws satisfied. Jimmy lifted my legs and popped his organ
into my ass. That was good for both of us. Later that night I tried a few
more fucking positions on Johnny. All were successful. He didn't resist at
all, my cock eased its way through his sphincter and slid into his tunnel
without effort, but to considerable effect.
The storm abated, they dressed and returned to the rest of the boys. I had
a long day ahead helping Otis jerry rigging gasoline generators to get some
power to the castle. The basement had 18 inches of water in it. I got into
some of the locked rooms I had noticed when visiting with Leroy. I found
one room filled with Asian pharmaceuticals. I assumed this was Hillbilly
Heroin, and another room was a meth lab. It wasn't a drugged out stoner's
lab. It was close to beign a full scale industrial lab.